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Egg Raid on Mojo

I kind of feel like a jerk for not mentioning the whole sordid disaster that is this week, but quite frankly, I’m pretty sucky about talking about those kinds of things, I have very little original commentary, and it’s everywhere. That being said, and I’m not trying to make light of the situation, but I’d have given a very large sum of money to see Katie Couric’s face when she heard that NBC got the manifesto. I got a bit of a macabre chuckle imagining her beating her perfectly coiffed head on her desk screaming “WHY BRIAN WHY?” while her tiny fists beat against the table in unmitigated fury.

Oh, Katie. So sorry. You never should have left Today.

That being said, today was a pretty good day in my neck of the woods, and I think that’s what life is supposed to be about – being grateful for that sort of thing, I mean. I don’t mean that as any disrespect to anyone or anything, but it’s all too easy to let this stuff send me into a bald panic and spend my days under the covers, afraid to come out, because the world is just so scary. And honestly, every time there’s a major tragedy of sorts, I wonder if having kids is the best idea, because God, I’m just introducing them into a world that is inherently fucked.

But then again, it’s really not like that at all. I really do believe that people are mostly good, and that we should notice the happy stuff as much as the bad, no matter how small it is. I don’t mean to go all Pollyanna on anyone, but again, it’s kind of what you have to do I think, if you’re going to make it.

And so, without further adieu, three really fabulous things that happened to me today, in order of their occurrence:

– As soon as I got to work, I discovered a music fairy (okay, a masculine music fairy) had left the song I was complaining I couldn’t find yesterday right in my inbox. And it was such an easy little thing, but honestly, it made my morning.

– One of my freelance clients sent me a package along with my check full of all kinds of girlie scents and products (of the pampering variety, not feminine hygiene). Even before they did this, I can’t tell you what a pleasure it’s been to work for this couple. I’m pretty sure they think I’m kissing their ass, as I tell them all the time, but I’ve never worked for such nice, competent, appreciative people in my entire career.

– I ended the day with six points, and spent them on a giant bowl of Skinny Cow ice cream and Cool Whip, with a chaser of popcorn while watching TV (LOST!) with my (very cute and very, very funny, if slightly ill and feverish) husband and dog.

I hate to go all “your turn!” with this, because it never seems to work out. I write about menstrual protection or music, and y’all come out in droves. I go for a happy little reader-response and everyone panics, but I’ll do it anyway: tell me one good thing about your day today. Hand it over.

*Beastie Boys. Because, for the frillionth time, someone told me today that my husband reminds them of “a Beastie Boy – I can’t remember which one!” Most often it’s Mike D, and I don’t really see it, mainly because mine is much, much cuter.

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